Bulma smiled and saw her parents get into their car. "BYE MOMMY! BY DADDY!" she called out waving. Mrs. and Mr. Briefs smiled at their daughter and got into the car and drove to the air port. Bulma watched as their car faded down the street and quickly ran inside the house. Mrs. Briefs looked back at her large estate once more before turning to her husband. "I'm so happy! I never been to the Easter Islands before!" She said clapping her hands together. Mr. Briefs sighed heavily. "What's wrong dear?" The bubbly blonde asked, rubbing her husband's back.
"Do you really think we should leave Bulma by herself? I mean, she's grounded, and we're leaving her by herself?"
"Don't worry honey!" Mrs. Briefs said smiling. "Bulma is very responsible, she won't do anything in the house that we will disapprove of."
"If you say so buttercup."
In the blink of an eye, Bulma hand grabbed a her phone book, jacket, keys and a box of capsules and ran outside. She got into her car, putting her things into the passengers seat and started up the blue BMW while turning up the radio. She tapped her fingers on the stirring wheel to Nora Jones that flowed out the radio and rode up the coast to her large beach house.
Bulma parked the car in the driveway. Looking up at the white house with large glass windows and sliding doors. She ran out of the car, opened the door and walked into her house. It had been a birthday present from a construction company, but she hardly went there. The house was artistically designed with funky bright colors and swirls. (think MTV's Real World the Hawaii season, that's what it looked like). Bulma opened her phonebook, calling up friends and food delivering services.
"Yeah, lots and lots of BBQ...YES BAR-BBEEEEEEEEE-QQQUUUUUUUEEEEE....and potato salad..no...not avocado salad POOOOOTAAAAAATTOOOOOOEEEEEE salad...yes...argh.." She growled in frustration with the people over the phone. "yeah, okay...yes I have it. Okay bye thanks," she said finally and hung up. Bulma looked down and checked off something on her notepad and walked out back to look at her pool. The bottom was a royal blue, making the water look the same color. The hot tub was off to the side, giving a beautiful look over the sea. Bulma sighed 'being cupid is hard!' she thought to herself and heard the doorbell go off. She ran quickly back inside the house and to the door. Standing there in an open Hawaiian shirt, sun glasses, orange shorts and sandals was Krillin. He held out the 3 boxes of soda for Bulma to see.
"We're early I see," he said looking over his sunglasses, peaking past Bulma and into the house.
"Yup you got it. Where's Miss 18?" Bulma asked looking around. Krillin pointed to the black convertible in the driveway with the truck open. 18 appeared behide it, wearing blue jean shorts and her bikini top carrying large bags of ice and cups. Behide her a raven haired boy followed, a large box of paper plates and plastic spoons, forks and knifes.
"Hey 18," Bulma said smiling. 18 smiled back, blowing a strand of blonde hair out her face.
"Bulma this is 17, my little brother," she said nodding towards the guy who was in blue jean shorts and a see through open red shirt.
"Niccee.." Bulma said observing him, 17 smirked to himself. "nice...too...meet you." Bulma said snapping out of her daze and allowing them inside.
"Nice place!" 17 complimented.
"Thanks!" Bulma shouted back, looking out the door and watching the food deliver people pull up.
"Hey Bulma!" Krillin called from the kitchen, "Who else is coming?"
"Oh, a few close friends," Bulma said back to him smiling.
About an hour or so and the house was packed with people partying. The food was ate up quickly but Bulma had brought more in her capsules. She smiled around at her great creation, people having a good time in their bathing suits. She sipped her soda and saw Vegeta motion her over to him. She nodded and walked up to him, weaving and dodging dancing people until she was by the crowded couch. Vegeta held his hand out to a pretty blonde girl with green eyes. Bulma recognized her easily and gasped. "She's a friend don't worry. Marron's not here," Vegeta said quickly before she could say something.
"Melonie," the blonde said holding out a hand. "Oh yeah, sorry bout that little thing in the bathroom. My bad girl, it was real trashy," Melonie apologized. Bulma looked at her hand for a moment and shook it smiling. "Nice party."
"Oh, thanks. I try hard ya know."
"I thought you was on punishment?" Melonie asked smirking. Bulma blushed a little and scratched the back of her head.
"My parents only told me not to do anything in the house, they never said anything about the BEACH HOUSE I own!" Bulma said smiling. Melonie laughed a little. "Vegeta, have you seen Piccolo and Launch?" Vegeta looked from side to side.
"Oh yeah, they came just a minute ago. Why?"
"NO reason," Bulma said slyly, removing herself from Vegeta and Melonie and walked into the kitchen. There was several people hanging around, talking, eating, and drinking. Bulma reached into her fridge and pulled out a bottle of Big Red. She reached under the cabinet and pulled out an empty champagne bottle. Carefully she poured the soda pop into the bigger bottle, and pulled something out of her pocket that looked like an eyedropper bottle. Bulma looked around quickly and dropped a few bright orange droplets into the bottle.
"Do you really think we should leave Bulma by herself? I mean, she's grounded, and we're leaving her by herself?"
"Don't worry honey!" Mrs. Briefs said smiling. "Bulma is very responsible, she won't do anything in the house that we will disapprove of."
"If you say so buttercup."
In the blink of an eye, Bulma hand grabbed a her phone book, jacket, keys and a box of capsules and ran outside. She got into her car, putting her things into the passengers seat and started up the blue BMW while turning up the radio. She tapped her fingers on the stirring wheel to Nora Jones that flowed out the radio and rode up the coast to her large beach house.
Bulma parked the car in the driveway. Looking up at the white house with large glass windows and sliding doors. She ran out of the car, opened the door and walked into her house. It had been a birthday present from a construction company, but she hardly went there. The house was artistically designed with funky bright colors and swirls. (think MTV's Real World the Hawaii season, that's what it looked like). Bulma opened her phonebook, calling up friends and food delivering services.
"Yeah, lots and lots of BBQ...YES BAR-BBEEEEEEEEE-QQQUUUUUUUEEEEE....and potato salad..no...not avocado salad POOOOOTAAAAAATTOOOOOOEEEEEE salad...yes...argh.." She growled in frustration with the people over the phone. "yeah, okay...yes I have it. Okay bye thanks," she said finally and hung up. Bulma looked down and checked off something on her notepad and walked out back to look at her pool. The bottom was a royal blue, making the water look the same color. The hot tub was off to the side, giving a beautiful look over the sea. Bulma sighed 'being cupid is hard!' she thought to herself and heard the doorbell go off. She ran quickly back inside the house and to the door. Standing there in an open Hawaiian shirt, sun glasses, orange shorts and sandals was Krillin. He held out the 3 boxes of soda for Bulma to see.
"We're early I see," he said looking over his sunglasses, peaking past Bulma and into the house.
"Yup you got it. Where's Miss 18?" Bulma asked looking around. Krillin pointed to the black convertible in the driveway with the truck open. 18 appeared behide it, wearing blue jean shorts and her bikini top carrying large bags of ice and cups. Behide her a raven haired boy followed, a large box of paper plates and plastic spoons, forks and knifes.
"Hey 18," Bulma said smiling. 18 smiled back, blowing a strand of blonde hair out her face.
"Bulma this is 17, my little brother," she said nodding towards the guy who was in blue jean shorts and a see through open red shirt.
"Niccee.." Bulma said observing him, 17 smirked to himself. "nice...too...meet you." Bulma said snapping out of her daze and allowing them inside.
"Nice place!" 17 complimented.
"Thanks!" Bulma shouted back, looking out the door and watching the food deliver people pull up.
"Hey Bulma!" Krillin called from the kitchen, "Who else is coming?"
"Oh, a few close friends," Bulma said back to him smiling.
About an hour or so and the house was packed with people partying. The food was ate up quickly but Bulma had brought more in her capsules. She smiled around at her great creation, people having a good time in their bathing suits. She sipped her soda and saw Vegeta motion her over to him. She nodded and walked up to him, weaving and dodging dancing people until she was by the crowded couch. Vegeta held his hand out to a pretty blonde girl with green eyes. Bulma recognized her easily and gasped. "She's a friend don't worry. Marron's not here," Vegeta said quickly before she could say something.
"Melonie," the blonde said holding out a hand. "Oh yeah, sorry bout that little thing in the bathroom. My bad girl, it was real trashy," Melonie apologized. Bulma looked at her hand for a moment and shook it smiling. "Nice party."
"Oh, thanks. I try hard ya know."
"I thought you was on punishment?" Melonie asked smirking. Bulma blushed a little and scratched the back of her head.
"My parents only told me not to do anything in the house, they never said anything about the BEACH HOUSE I own!" Bulma said smiling. Melonie laughed a little. "Vegeta, have you seen Piccolo and Launch?" Vegeta looked from side to side.
"Oh yeah, they came just a minute ago. Why?"
"NO reason," Bulma said slyly, removing herself from Vegeta and Melonie and walked into the kitchen. There was several people hanging around, talking, eating, and drinking. Bulma reached into her fridge and pulled out a bottle of Big Red. She reached under the cabinet and pulled out an empty champagne bottle. Carefully she poured the soda pop into the bigger bottle, and pulled something out of her pocket that looked like an eyedropper bottle. Bulma looked around quickly and dropped a few bright orange droplets into the bottle.
